Monarch Of Iron Body Novels & Stories

However, after he kicked it, the old Demon King's body rolled on the ground with a bang, but he jumped up with his feet in his arms, tears coming out of his eyes. Other people were shocked and went to observe it. Azure Dragon threw a punch, and the body exploded into pieces with a bang. "The old monster had been feeding his body children's blood, which made his whole body as hard as iron and indestructible. But now he's dead. Without a source to support it, it's just like that. Even so, except for the grandmasters, no one can do anything to the body," said Azure Dragon. Sky Ox jumped with pain, grinning at the same time. He felt that Azure Dragon was too pretentious.

“Now that I’ll be reborn with a sacred body and have access to such an astra weapon. Who else in the world could possibly match my power? Hahaha! It’s truly a divine intervention! I never expected a mere forging family in Southern Sea City to possess such a valuable item as the astra weapon. Speaking of which, I’m looking forward to wielding it.” “Cacus, the sacred body will be ready soon,” the Cardinal said with a gleam in his eyes. “The following step will be the final step. We’re going to refine the sacred body using the Irons’ bloodline. Then, with the help of that body, you can be reborn.” The Irons’ bloodline can lubricate the sacred body in the same way that lubricating oil lubricates

An aged man in his sixties with silver brown hair shouldered his way through the battle and came up beside Monica, undoing the straps in a haste. "Are you alright, Miss Monica?" He asked her. After setting one of her arms free, she shoved him aside, tearing at the remaining leather straps with angry claws. "I am. But he's not. The witch up there inserted silver blades into his body. "What?!" He jumped over to where Gustav lay, as Klein rushed to my side. "Her first. Set her free." I ordered. Without question, he yanked off the tubes passed into Iris body, supporting her to her feet with his arms around her shoulder.

My lungs burned, and my vision was swimming with golden spots that wouldn't fade. ​“We saw it, too,” Leo said, his face pale and covered in a fine sheen of sweat. “The Iron King. He’s not a wolf, Mama. And he’s not a man. He’s the one who stayed behind when the Architects left the first time. He's been waiting for them to come back.”

There it was. Zade felt Xander’s presence shift beside him, a subtle step closer, a warning radiating off him like heat. “No,” Zade said. Gasps scattered through the chamber. “I don’t deny it,” Zade continued evenly. “I question why Ironclad monitors bodies more obsessively than minds.” Morrex’s eyes gleamed. “Because bodies don’t lie.” Zade’s smile was sharp. “Neither does fear. And this academy reeks of it.” The Council erupted into overlapping voices, outrage and anger crackling through the room.

I hate the look of my muscles all tense and stitched tight on my back. A lifetime of blows and bouncing back collects scars. I've had a lot of scalding showers, and bruises have become stretched and angry on me, causing pitted scars. There are no tears, but the groans come in multitude. As a monster, you learn never to accept pain. Pain only affects you if you let it. Black slacks. Black socks. Charcoal shoes are polished until they look like a crisp new apple skin. The shirt is deep forest green, which brings out the natural multiple hues of green in my eyes. Intentional. Gold flecks are juxtaposed in my iris.

Most werewolves and Lycans don’t like witches. I couldn’t say no to my father either way, he is the king. If he thinks that he is fit to be my bodyguard then he will be whether I want him to be or not. Despite my reservations, I knew that I had no choice but to accept Christopher as my bodyguard. My father's authority as the king meant that his decision was final, and I couldn't go against it. However, deep down, I couldn't help but worry about how this arrangement would affect our relationship and whether Christopher's prejudices as a werewolf would change his perception of me as a witch.

They are definitely older vampires. I don’t know how long it has been, but we have killed lots of vampires and rogues but more keeps coming. Suddenly, a body collided into me. The body ran fast, taking me away from the border. I growled, taking the hand and flipping it over, but the body jumped, getting away from me. I look at the person and it is a male. He is wearing an overall black cloth. The only skin I could see was his face and neck. He has pale skin and his lips are crimson red and his fangs are long and sharp. He looks to be at the age rank of king Orion and he is definitely of higher ranking.

"To the kitchen my noble steed." Even at twenty-two Carson was still her favorite person. He was a big man. Since he was the bodyguard for a weapons cartel family he had to be in good shape. Even in his fifties. He was bald and had brown skin that was clean of tattoos but had scars here and there. When they first met Aurora was scared of him until she realized he was a big softy. "Yes ma'am." he chuckled and walked with her to the kitchen.

The angelic voices of the children in the choir echo around the cathedral hall of the palace. Singing a beautiful song about the history of the kingdom. Everyone's eyes are watching the new queen as she walks the aisle towards the altar where a throne was set for her to sit. Everyone is in awe as they watch Morrigan gracing the long aisle. Dressed in fine garments of sophisticated colors of red and black, with a purple train stretching to her back. The colors of royalty in the kingdom of Hymir.